The first time I loved
reminded me of the first time I smelt lavender
it touched the tip of my nose, so unexpected, yet so soft
drawing me into its source, the purple splendor
That’s how I remember our love, as a violet sky
A sight only present in the sunsets of our dreams
My nose bathed in the aroma
And for the first time, I felt fresh, pure, and clean
but it faded
the sweet scent of your love
and the fainter it became, the harder I tried to reach it
I thought it was the wind carrying it away
And so I followed the breeze
But it was lost, my nose was blind
and the flower was all that remained
comforting, Delicate, vibrant
yet not enough
oh what a fool I was
wanting magic and wasting life
I left the garden
In search of what I lost
Not knowing what I had found
because whether or not I could swim in its aroma
that flower rose to meet me each day, its petals full and its color deep
seeking to bless me with its beauty and grasp me in its care
hoping it would find me there, to protect it, keep it, and honor it
I hate to imagine the sadness, when I could no longer be found
now today, I only wish I knew where I first found it
so I could return
and though I’m sure that the scent would strike my heart again
this time I would stay
for I know now, that on the other side of the smoke screen
true beauty is waiting
I so hope that no one has picked her
yet I would not blame them if they did
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
The first time I loved
reminded me of the first time I smelt lavender
it touched the tip of my nose, so unexpected, yet so soft
drawing me into its source, the purple splendor
That’s how I remember our love, as a violet sky
A sight only present in the sunsets of our dreams
My nose bathed in the aroma
And for the first time, I felt fresh, pure, and clean
but it faded
the sweet scent of your love
and the fainter it became, the harder I tried to reach it
I thought it was the wind carrying it away
And so I followed the breeze
But it was lost, my nose was blind
and the flower was all that remained
comforting, Delicate, vibrant
yet not enough
oh what a fool I was
wanting magic and wasting life
I left the garden
In search of what I lost
Not knowing what I had found
because whether or not I could swim in its aroma
that flower rose to meet me each day, its petals full and its color deep
seeking to bless me with its beauty and grasp me in its care
hoping it would find me there, to protect it, keep it, and honor it
I hate to imagine the sadness, when I could no longer be found
now today, I only wish I knew where I first found it
so I could return
and though I’m sure that the scent would strike my heart again
this time I would stay
for I know now, that on the other side of the smoke screen
true beauty is waiting
I so hope that no one has picked her
yet I would not blame them if they did